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Family Found Part 20: Handling It

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It looks like the Reader has no way out when a role change is placed before her. If she accepts, everything will change; if she doesn’t… everything will still change, but possibly for the worst.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, huge responsibility announced, fluffy/mushy cousin stuff

Word Count: 2850

Note: Due to what happened this week in my personal life, some of this is kind of rushed. Everything that needs to be said is said. Plot happens = mission accomplished. Any feedback is super appreciated. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 19: When Hell Breaks Loose [Hell in a Cell]

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Monday Night Raw – September 24, 2018 – Denver, CO

Kurt Angle waved away the “you suck” chants before they had much time to get started. “You’re probably going to mean those words here in a minute,” he joked, not smiling. “I need to address my absence from the past several weeks.”

He had to stop as Stephanie McMahon’s music cut through his next words. She didn’t say a thing, just joined him in the ring and stood in one corner.

After a deep breath, he continued. “As of the end of the show tonight, I will no longer be the manager of Raw.”

Again, Kurt had to wait for the audience to calm down before he could speak. “Over the past several weeks, certain steps have been taken, ones that I’m sure a few of you could read. Both Stephanie and I put our top choices for my replacement to the test by giving them weeks to run Raw. Since things went well, it is now time for me to step down, and for others to step up.”

Stephanie walked up to stand by him. “We all want to thank you for your time with us. While we have not always agreed, I wanted to thank you personally for all your sacrifices as well.” She shook his hand, ignoring how he didn’t seem to believe her words. “Now for the two to step up. And those co-managers are Baron Corbin and Y/N Ambrose.”

Baron went out first. He smirked from ear to ear, dressed to the nines in a nicer vest than usual and his signature expensive watch on his wrist.

You, on the other hand, were terrified. The announcement had come as a shock to you. Like you were the last one to know. The past several weeks had been so busy, there hadn’t been time to even think about this outcome. Just sparks of wondering. Your fears had just been justified last week. There wasn’t a way to disagree, not that Kurt had listened.

Baron grabbed your hand and shook it. “This is going to be interesting,” he muttered to you.

That it was.

***

Drew McIntyre and Rezar of the Authors of Pain had the first tournament match for the Intercontinental Championship. They had not gotten along last week, and that continued into the match. Drew had to admit, though, Rezar was powerful. And Rezar noted how Drew could move faster than he looked.

In the back, Akam and Drake Maverick watched the match on a screen. They flinched as their teammate was tossed around in ways none of them could have foreseen. Also, they cheered Rezar on when he successfully threw Drew out of the ring or flipped him onto the canvas. Things were going well.

A Claymore Kick ended the match.  

The win and the adrenaline hit Drew hard. He went as far as placed one boot on Rezar’s chest as the ref held his arm up by the elbow. “You are nothing without your tag partner,” he called down. He repeated it as his opponent rolled to the outside of the ring.

“At least I tried to bring something to the group,” Rezar shot back. “Anything you do is credited to Dolph. He’s nothing without you, and he’s holding you back. How long are you going to let him?”

That stopped Drew cold. His hands tightened around the top rope, then loosened as he thought over those statements. Rezar was the one who left with the smile, while Drew seemed to be one concerned about the future.

***

It had taken some time, but you finally caught up with Kurt. He saw you and turned, as if trying to pretend he was busy and hadn’t seen you.

“Mr. Angle, we need to talk.” You kept the growl out of your voice, but just barely. “Why didn’t you tell me you were scouting me for general manager at the beginning? I could have prepared better, arranged matches differently-“

“You are more than qualified for this.”

“Three weeks and a PPV? I’m am incredibly underqualified!”

He looked away while you dug your fingernails into your palm. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to think like other managers. If you had… I was afraid you would fall into the same mistakes instead of being you.” It was a weak argument and he knew it. He wouldn’t look you in the eyes; his hands rustled in his pockets. “When I told you last week, I had hoped the announcement this week would have been less of a shock.”

Now you did growl. “You said it like I had a few more weeks to learn the ropes. Possibly with you right there instead of dropping me into the deep end of the pool.”

“Is there a problem here?” Stephanie walked up behind Kurt.

You slid into a more neutral face. “No. The situation has been set and it’s unlikely to change.”

She glanced at Kurt then put on her sticky sweet smile. “You know, Y/N, you don’t have to accept the appointment. If you want to remain a journalist with us, you can. It’s your choice. Baron-“

“Baron Corbin will misuse his power the second he gets it. I don’t know why you picked him.”

“Y/N, sweetheart-“

“Since when do you call me sweetheart?”

Stephanie sputtered and gestured while she thought of something. “Today, I guess. Really, Y/N, I’m hurt that you don’t trust me.”

You snorted. “Ms. Stephanie, I doubt a sledgehammer to the kneecaps could hurt you. You are made of cold, unrelenting steel.”  

“Thank you?” She shot a look at Kurt, who was doing his best to hide a smirk. “Now I know why he chose you. You’re not afraid to say what you mean. And that’s something that can be rare around here.”

At your sides, your hands twitched in and out of fists. “Maybe if it wasn’t so rare there would be less problems.” You held up your hand before either of them could speak. “I’m going to think about it. Don’t set anything in stone just yet. As for my ‘choice?’ No, I don’t have one; not really. Not if the only other leadership Raw is going to have is Corbin.” You turned on your heel and walked back the way you came, bumping shoulders with Dean and Roman.

Stephanie saw them coming and whispered to Kurt, “If she accepts, I hope she can handle the job. It would be a waste of time and money to have to replace her too.” She left quickly, leaving Kurt alone to deal with them. But he was ready more for some deep thinking than to assign matches.

Dean paused and looked back the way you went. He tapped Roman’s shoulder and left to find you.

Roman continued with their plan. “Kurt, we need to talk.”

“I’m not going to miss that,” he muttered under his breath. “What can I do for you Roman?”

“Dean and I still want a chance in the tag teams. We are very much aware of what’s going on-“

“Done. Heath and Rhino will meet you guys in the ring.” He sighed. “And you’re right. There’s a lot going on. But things can still move smoothly. If we try hard enough. Anything else?”

Roman shook his head at first, then huffed. “You should have told Y/N up front what filling in for you meant. She’s had enough surprises in life.”

“But do you think she’ll accept?”

“If the only option is Baron? Yeah, she’ll take the job. Because she cares about what happens around here. Something I thought you did too.”

***

The tag match was considered the most fun match of the night. Dean squaring against Heath Slater had the audience rolling. Roman against Rhyno had them reminiscing about the veteran’s ECW days. And the flurry of tag shifts kept the match moving quickly.

Then the mood shifted.

Dean and Roman were done having fun. They had requested the match so they could win. So they could make their new mark on the Raw tag team division. They switched focuses. Dean was fast and thought outside the box. And he knew how to out-maneuver Rhyno’s usual barreling through opponents. Roman had the size and power advantage on Heath. The father was the one to eat the pin, unable to be saved by his partner as Dean tripped him.

The two members of the Shield had another tag win under their belts. They butted heads and left the other men sprawled out on the canvas.

***

Natalya came out to the ring next. She was wearing the belt around her waist and stroked her personalized plates proudly. At the same time, she kept her hand on it possessively.

“Hello, Denver!” She smiled brightly at the welcome. “Well, I’m still the champion.” With a laugh, she did a little spin to show off the title to the whole arena. “And as such, I rule the women’s division here on Raw. So, I have come up with a challenge for my fellow women to determine who will face me at TLC. But I don’t want to face just one woman. No, no, no. I earned this title by beating two other women. What’s one more? At TLC, as backed up by the new management, there will be a fatal four-way for the Raw Women’s Championship.”

With a bit of show, she pulled out a list from a pocket inside her jacket. “Starting tonight, and each week going towards TLC, there will be a match to determine a member for the fatal four-way. I came up with the brackets myself, with a little bit of help from Y/N. Tonight, it is going to be Ember Moon versus my training partner and friend, Rhonda Rousey.” She paused and waited for the crowd’s reaction to die down a bit. “And for the other weeks… I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”

She left the ring, waving the list around and flashing it to young fans. One little girl caught a good look and squealed in delight.

***

Dean rounded a corner and almost ran down the hallway, but he skidded to a stop just past your hiding place. There were always so many crates, and often they were stacked up high. Easy for someone to curl up into an alcove and think.

“Hey, ladybug. Been lookin’ for you all night.”

“Why?” Your voice bit into the air a little harder than you meant, but you were too stressed to care. Much. “I figured you and Roman would leave after your match.”

He nodded. “Roman and Seth are packing the car. It always takes forever to load up Seth’s stuff. I wanted to check on you. See if you were alright.” He made you scoot over so he could half sit on the crate too. “Are you alright?”

No.

“No. I’m not. I can’t do this Dean.” You curled your knees to your chest. “There’s too much going on. My brain can’t keep up with it all. All the paperwork and setting the matches. Making sure nobody beats each other up beforehand. But I don’t want to let anyone down.”

“You’re not. Trust me.” He sighed and grinned at you. “You got here all on your own. If I had known you were comin’ I would have helped. Knowin’ you, you probably would have told me to buzz off.”

He was straying from the point. “But Baron-“

“We can handle him if he gets too big for his boots. Don’t worry about us.” He paused and watched you bite your lip, holding back another thought. “Come on, if we’re doing the mushy stuff, get it all out now. What else is there?”

You thought back to how you left earlier, thinking about turning around when you overheard Stephanie. “Stephanie McMahon doesn’t think I’m going to be able to handle all this. She thinks I’m going to be a waste of time and money-“

“You can never be a waste of money,” Dean rushed. “You can waste someone’s time, you can waste their energy. But money is just money. People with it can get more, and people without it find a way to survive. Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re a waste of funds. If that gets in your head, it will eat away at your soul until it kills your dream. You are not a waste of money.” His voice dropped to a hum and he knocked his head against yours. “You are never a waste.”

While you had known all of that already, it felt good to hear it. Especially from Dean. He followed you as you hopped off the crate, chuckling when you pulled him in for a hug. “I missed you calling me ladybug.”

Dean puffed. “I have too.” He gave your back a hard pat. “Okay, are we done with the mushy stuff?”

You laughed and pushed him away. “Yeah. We’re done. I’ll see you later. I’ve got to talk to Kurt.”

***

“Finn! Finn Balor!” Kevin Owens had taken over the ring, much to Natalya’s chagrin. He was pacing the ring, somewhere between anger and opportunistic.

Finn obliged. He came out onto the stage in a jacket that amplified how bright the Universal title was around his waist. “What do you want Kevin?” He continued down to the ring, making Kevin back up to the far ropes.

“I want to challenge you for my Universal Championship.”

“You… your’s?” Finn laughed. “Since when was t’is ever yours?”

Kevin sniggered. “Oh, don’t you remember? I beat everybody else after you had to give it up.”

“Ah, yes. Sorry. It must ‘ave slipped my mind. Second place never gets remembered.” He continued to grin while Kevin nodded in agreement.

“True. You’re right. Why would anyone want to remember how easy it was to replace you?”

Finn’s smile faded away. His head angled down towards his chest, creating a dark shadow over his eyes. “And you’re challenging me for tonight? I’m game. We can do this right now.” He moved to shed his jacket, but Kevin stopped him.

“No, no,” he squeaked, “not tonight. I want the great match I was robbed of last time.” The longer he spoke, the braver he became. “I want to take the Universal from you personally, instead of through a bunch of other contenders. The reason why it was taken from me so soon was because the line of succession had been interrupted. You… you didn’t get to fight me for it. This time you will. In Australia. Should you think you can handle it.” He dropped his mic and rolled out of the ring. Finn watched him intently, making him walk faster.

“Is t’at so?” Finn said, tapping his chin. “Then I will see you in Australia. In one form or another.” Finn laughed as Kevin gulped and hurried out of the arena.

***

Natalya gave Finn a little wave on his way out of the ring. “Now that’s over, it’s time for the first round of contenders for the Raw Women’s Championship.” She lowered her mic as Rhonda Rousey’s music played. Once she had made it to the ring, they both waited for Ember’s music.

But it never came.

Instead, the Riott Squad’s music took over the system. Ruby Riott strutted out, flanked by Liv Morgan and Sarah Logan. “Oh, Natty, Natty, Natty. I’m sorry that I have to break the news, but little Ember can’t make it to the ring.” Her pseudo-guilt slipped away into a mocking sneer that her companions joined in on. “Now, I know you told me earlier who I’m going to face in this… tournament. But that’s not fair to the other members of the Riott Squad who are also here every week.” Liv and Sarah walked around to stand in front of Ruby. They turned to face one another, then suddenly played a round of rock-paper-scissors. Liv won, high-fived the other two women, and strutted down to the ring.

Natalya was about to argue, but Rhonda tapped her arm. “I got this,” she mouthed. Natalya left with a shrug and a rough shoulder bump against Liv. Then the bell rang.

Liv knew every tricky move in the book. She was quick and zipped around the ring faster than Rhonda could keep up with. The mouse was playing with the cat. She knew if she got caught, the match would be over and her chance would be squandered. Liv hadn’t thought enough ahead about what she would do if she had to eventually fight Ruby. That wasn’t going to be an issue. Rhonda finally caught her and slammed her into the canvas, stopping her momentum. Once she was incapacitated, it was easy to put her in an armbar. An armbar that Liv fought against for a long while, but had to give up as she was far away from any of the ropes.

Rhonda was going to TLC. Once again, she was going to have to face her friend for a chance to leave her mark on the WWE Women’s Division.

Part 21: Your Catastrophe

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Family Found Part 16: Bigger Problems

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With Kurt Angle’s job in the balance, the entire roster is on edge. The reader is able to keep her head in the middle of the chaos and helps where she can.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 2800

Note: Thank you all for being so patient with this series. I hope you like this chapter too! If you do, feedback is appreciated and the tag list is open. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 15: Hold It High  

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August 27, 2018 – Monday Night Raw – Toronto, Ontario

“I have to agree with management. The best and only way Monday Night Raw should open every week is with the spotlight focused on me.” Elias frowned at the dissenters and rewarded the faithful with an irritated strumming. “You can disagree all you like, it won’t change a thing. WWE will still stand for-“ he paused for the audience’s response, “and Toronto will still be the last place on earth where I’d want to make my announcement.”

Elias plucked at the strings waiting for the crowd’s anger to die down. When they didn’t, he sighed. “I can wait here all night until you shut your mouths. You are going to hear what I have to say. You need to hear it because it concerns the future of my Intercontinental Championship.” That seemed to quiet them down enough. “Better. Next week I am going to have a concert. In between my music, there will be tournament matches to determine the number one contender. I will face them at Hell in a Cell.”

The crowd liked that idea, cheering loudly. Elias grumbled. “I don’t know why your so peppy to see one of your favorites lose. And that’s if anyone steps up.” He turned in his stool and faced the stage. “The mic is open to anyone who thinks they could take this accolade from me.” The arena filled with a hush as they waited for anyone to show up.

As Chad Gable’s music started, Elias nodded. Gable posed at the top of the ramp and pointed at the ring. Or more accurately, the title around Elias’s waist.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Sunil Singh walked out onto the stage, “please welcome your former WWE champion, your former United States champion, and the future Intercontinental champion, the modern-day Maharaja, Jinder Mahal!” He stepped to one side, far away from Gable, and waited for Jinder to enter the arena. The wrestler stepped onto his red carpet made of light and then to the side, glaring at both Gable and Elias.

The stage’s screens were filled with static. Electric guitar was cut off and the arena filled with the cry of ‘burn it down!” Seth Rollins stepped onto the stage, then paused. His music ended and was quickly replaced by the guitar riff of Dean Ambrose. After Dean came out, they stood together in the middle of the stage and stared-down the men to their right and left.

“So be it.” Elias unhooked his title belt and raised it high, taunting his possible opponents.

***

Dean bumped into Roman backstage. “I have a plan, Uce.”

Roman’s eyebrows arched. “Oh, really. Should I be scared?” he kidded. He smiled as Dean lightly punched his shoulder.

“No. You don’t have a match planned for tonight yet, and I don’t want to wait till next week to do something. And my man No Way Jose hasn’t done anything in a while.”

Now Roman was confused. “Triple… threat?”

“No! You and Jose have a match, and I’ll referee.” He beamed, arms outspread as if presenting a golden goose. His brother’s expression suggested it was more like an egg. “Come on. You haven’t fought him yet. His style is different, he’s got better dance moves than me-“

“Nobody has better moves than you.”

“-and I haven’t gotten to oversee a match in a while. I bought the shirt and everything. Upgraded it too.” He tugged a black and white striped shirt out of his back pocket. Over the pocket, his logo had been stitched in. Messily. He wiggled it. When Roman sighed, he smiled even brighter in triumph.

“Alright. Let’s get this thing set up.” Roman rested his hand on the back of Dean’s neck after ruffling his hair while he could before Dean bounced away.

***

You were just about to start an interview with Chad Gable when there was the tell-tale roar of Braun Strowman. Many people turned and left the other way, including your interviewee. Not that you could blame him with an important match to have next week. You, on the other hand, could not keep your feet from running towards danger. You turned a corner and nearly tripped over the carnage that he was throwing around. “Braun! Braun! Please, stop.”

The monster stopped mid-throw. “Why?”

“Because if you don’t then we can’t help you.” You were shocked when Braun put down the trestle he was holding. You let out the breath you were holding. “That was quick, um. Okay. What do you want?”

“I want to smash Finn Balor’s face in.”

Were you expecting another answer? Not really. “Fair enough. Um, but nobody’s been able to find him. Which kinda means he’s not here tonight-“

“I’ve noticed.” He glared at the trestle and you interrupted his train of thought again.

“… so do you have a second option?”

He thought it over. “Samoa Joe’s gone. Fighting Jinder’s too easy, give or take a Singh.” When he stopped you hummed in agreement and motioned him to continue. “Roman’s here, but he’s already got a match tonight.”

If those were all his options, you would have to think of another. What about… “What about Seth Rollins? They’ve got a similar style and have both been champions. He’s had beef with Finn too. Ask him if he wants to have a little mutual practice. So, iron sharpens iron.”

Braun liked that idea. He smiled, which was a bit terrifying, and nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.” He went off to find Seth, clapping your shoulder heavily on his way by. You gasped and rubbed it with a pitiful ‘ow.’

***

Roman was waiting in the ring when No Way Jose’s music came on. He laughed openly and loudly when he spotted Dean in his ref shirt at the end of the conga line. As they danced their way into the ring, he leaned and against the ropes and shook his head. This was either going to be brilliant or a catastrophe.

Dean had the men face each other. Neither seemed to care when he started into the boxing spiel. “Alright. I want a clean fight with clean breaks. Go to your corners and come out swingin’.” While they stepped back, he looked over past the announce table and circled his hand in the air. “Ring the bell.”

They didn’t really know where to start. Frustrated, Dean pointed at each man and then at the center of the ring. When all they would do was circle one another, he exaggerated his sigh and stopped Roman’s pacing. He stood shoulder to shoulder him and raised his fists then did the same with Jose. He bounced on his toes as they met in a headlock, pushing and spinning until Roman gained the upper grip and forced Jose back into the ropes. Jose dipped under them and waved Roman off. Dean came in and counted quickly to four. Roman squinted at him and backed off.

Tapping his wrist, Dean answered, “we gotta schedule to keep, Uce.”

The match continued with Roman and Jose doing their best to fall into a rhythm that would benefit them. Dean watched happily, calling counts and near-pin-falls as needed. At one point he was sitting on a turnbuckle and had to hop to the outside of the ring as Roman tossed Jose into the corner. He counted, slower and closer to real time, as Roman hit Jose with his forearm ten times.

Jose was quick. Which frustrated Roman to no end and delighted Dean. He was able to avoid spears and superman punches with cat-like ease. With each miss, he would jive to another part of the ring while Roman got more and more frustrated.

Roman’s frustration turned into victorious offense. He slowed Jose down and disorientated him enough to plant him with a spear. Dean made a fair three count, and proudly raised Roman’s hand in victory, celebrating and hugging him. Dean paused just long enough to shake Jose’s hand and thank him before joining his bother for the exit.

***

“Hey, Y/N.”

Seth’s voice made you look up from your notes. You smiled at him as he trotted up. “Hey.”

“Not to freak you out or anything, but is there a reason why you suggested me as a Finn stand-in for Braun?”

You froze. It took you a second to come up with an answer. “Honestly… I panicked. I mean, it’s Braun; he’s a bit imposing. And I’m not and super short. But the Summer Slam match made me feel not so helpless, and then I know you and Finn have fought since forever. So, it all jumbled together, and your name came up. I’m so sorry. Do you want me to tell Kurt he needs to find someone else?”

“No, I’ll talk to him.” He smiled to put you at ease, which you appreciated. “Don’t worry about it.” He dropped his hand on your shoulder with a thud and left. Your bad shoulder. That Braun had just bruised.

You frowned in Seth’s general exit direction. “Ow,” you grumbled, massaging your shoulder.

***

Nia handed her title to the ref for safekeeping and eyed her opponent for the night. It was a local woman with a name Nia didn’t really remember even though it had just been announced. Amelia? Celia? Either way, it didn’t matter. This was just to keep her in action while she waited for the division to work itself out.

The bell rang.

To her credit, the woman wasted no time to begin an assault. She had Nia on the defensive from the start and maintained it for a few minutes. Then Nia was able to catch the woman’s incoming hand. Nia grinned sweetly, almost as if apologizing. The woman shrieked as Nia used her hold to bounce her off the ropes into a clothesline. While she was catching her breath, Nia bounced as well and landed a leg drop.

A three-count and thirty seconds later, she had her title across her shoulder once again. And she was ready to see how the main event would unfold.

***

The pain in your shoulder had intensified enough that you were trying to rotate it out when Kurt walked up.

“How did you do that?”

“Do what?” you asked. With a snap, you connected the dots. “Braun. If there’s one thing I’ve noticed that slows people down around here, it’s making them think with their heads and not with their fists. Actions may speak louder than words, but sometimes things get lost in translation. I take it there’s a Seth Rollins versus Braun Strowman match tonight?

He was impressed. “Yeah. And Seth agreed to it. Something about how ‘iron sharpens iron?’” He grinned as you shrugged. “Well it worked, so thank you.”

“No problem. Glad to help.”

Kurt turned to leave but gave you his attention for a split second more. “If I haven’t said it before, we appreciate you joining the team. You’re doing a great job.” You flinched as his hand clapped down on your shoulder. Hissing, you rubbed the sore spot harder than before.

***

Seth versus Braun went differently than everyone was expecting. There wasn’t a major goal for Seth, but he was still giving his all. Braun was being just as brutal as usual. Seth was quick and it was giving Braun trouble but that wasn’t the issue.

Braun was calm.

He didn’t give in to frustration or gloating. If anything, it was making him more dangerous to fight because Seth couldn’t read him. Which made Seth have to step up. Which in a normal match would have driven Braun to distraction. He maintained his controlled pace. Catching Seth. Grounding him. Letting the crowd use up all the excess energy that would feed his powerful rage.

The calm snapped when the red heartbeat took over the arena.

Finn, or was it Balor, showed up on the Titantron. His black leather jacket was almost indistinguishable from the back scene. At first glance, it was definitely Finn. But as he spoke and twisted to emphasize words, the bloody ring around his neck became visible. Seth stepped back and crouched into a corner, wondering who the blood once belonged to.

“Ya have my attent’on, Braun.”

The monster started pacing back and forth. Seth crouched lower; better to let the monster and the demon do battle and stay out of the way, he had enough of his own problems. All of the resolve formerly in Braun was a distant memory. Balor chuckled, his eyes flicking back and forth to keep up.

“Earlier ya said ya wanted to punch my face in. So, how about a little challenge? Next week there will be a fatal four-way, yerself included. If ya come out on top of t’at, then ya are welcome to take a little trip ta Hell… for this.” Balor raised the Universal title into view, causing Braun to stop. The demon king smirked as Braun’s knuckles turned white around the top rope.

Braun growled low and spoke loud, “I’ll see you there.”

Balor nodded. “Perhaps.” Then he was gone.

Seth and the ref flinched when Braun roared. They stayed as still as possible while he stood in furious contemplation. He left the match and the arena, uncaring of the ref’s count. There were bigger problems on the horizon.

***

The crowd was jittery and on the edge of their seats by the main event. Alexa Bliss and Alicia Fox started off first. Their fight ended up on the floor, where Alicia gained her much-needed advantage. To beat the count, Alicia rolled Alexa back into the ring. The goddess of WWE didn’t realize how much trouble she was in until her opponent was landing on her from the top turnbuckle, rendering her unable to kick out of the pin.

Alicia would survive through Mickie James as well. Her demise came at the hands of Bayley, who kept her exhausted body locked together in the middle of the ring. Several Bayley to bellys later, she was pinned.

Bayley didn’t celebrate past a victory pose in the corner before Dana came down to the ring. They were still battling it out when Sasha came out too. She circled the ring, always making sure she was in Bayley’s sights. When she hopped up onto the apron, Bayley tugged Dana to the canvas by her hair and went after her. Sasha dropped to the floor, keeping her engaged in a screaming match.

Dana made it to her feet and lifted Bayley off hers, bench pressing her over her shoulders and letting her drop, then holding on for dear life for the pin. She celebrated for a second, but Sasha was already out there and quickly took her out of the running.

The crowd was conflicted when Rhonda Rousey entered the ring next. Some still believed she was getting to move too fast, others wanted to see how her submission hold would stand up against the Bank Statement. It was soon answered as Sasha battered Rhonda’s sides and spine before flipping her into the hold. Had she also taken care of her legs, perhaps she wouldn’t have been able to crawl to the bottom rope. Rhonda retaliated with a similar tactic. She extended her focus to include injuring her shoulders and stomach, which helped preventing Sasha from being able to bend out of her hold. She tapped before her arm broke.

Moonlight flooded the stage. Ember Moon was next in line for the opportunity at the championship. She deftly avoided Rhonda’s well-aimed attacks and targeted her recent weaknesses. Cheers of encouragement followed her as Ember climbed to the top turnbuckle. Stunned by an earlier kick to the stomach, Rhonda turned and straightened just in time to be Eclipsed. Ember screamed in victory. She was only one more win away from Hell in a Cell when Natalya raced to the ring.

Formerly on the edge of their seats, the audience was on their feet. Swift. Piercing. Dangerous is how Corey described both women. The last round was one that exhausted those not even involved. Luck beat them to it. Natalya crashed on top of Ember and won the count.

At Hell in a Cell, it was going to be Natalya Hart versus Nia Jax for the Raw Women’s Championship.

***

Backstage, Kurt finished typing in a number on his phone. His expression was a mixture of pride and resignation while he waited for the other side to answer.

“I think I may have found an answer to your problem. Yes, I can meet you at the main office tomorrow. Yes, I have absolute confidence in this solution.”

Part 17: Tensions Rising 

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Family Found Part 9: Chance and Consequences

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The Reader gets caught in the middle of an attack on Roman. The final touches are put into place for Extreme Rules.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, the reader gets involved, unwanted advances from Dolph Ziggler

Word Count: 2360

Note: This one was written a bit quicker due to the 4th of July, but all plot points made it in this week. (I forgot one a few weeks ago and had to scramble. You guys didn’t notice, did you?) In the coming weeks, the Reader is going to get sucked into the middle of everything. If you don’t want to miss a chapter, my tag lists are open. So are my requests if you’ve got an idea you don’t want to write yourself. Hope you guys like how this has been going so far. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 8: Focused on Alignments 

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Monday Night Raw – July 9, 2018 – Boston, MA

Seth was past being subtle and he hoped Elias was too. The crowd screamed along with his entrance and he made his way to the ring like a man on a mission. They tried to start a Rollins chant, but he waved them away.

“No, no, no, no, no. We’ve got to get something out of the way. All of these open challenges have been fun, but who I want to fight hasn’t answered. Not like he should have. But that’s alright. That’s what we’ve got a manager for.” Seth paced around the ring. “I talked to Kurt Angle, and if my opponent answers the challenge, we’re gonna have one hell of a match at Extreme Rules. Elias, can you drift your way out here?”

There was a pause. Seth shifted his weight and shook his head. A bright grin broke out on his face as he heard the strum of a guitar. But he was confused; Elias wasn’t on the stage. The strumming came again, and the crowd started screaming. Seth spun around, and Elias was leaning against the ropes.

“Rollins,” he said with a nod.

Seth eyed how Elias was holding his guitar. “Which Delilah is she?” Rollins counted on his fingers. “Are you at ten yet, or…”

“Delilah is always Delilah. Doesn’t matter how many times the song breaks, the tune will always be the same. And so will the pain each time she comes into play. Right, Rollins?” Elias smirked. “How’s your head?”

“Just fine,” Seth smirked back. “As a matter of fact, I would like to return the favor. You up for an Extreme Rules match on Sunday?” He held up the Intercontinental Championship. “I would fight to the ends of the world to keep this. The past several weeks you have done just about everything to make me lose it but get involved fully yourself. If you were trying to piss me off, congratulations, you’ve done it. On Sunday, under this ring, there will be tables, chairs, and everything we can use to break each other. Use them, bring your guitar, bring your best. ‘Cause I am going to-“

Seth didn’t get to finish as Elias quickly moved forward and crashed his guitar over Seth’s shoulder. While Seth was trying to catch his breath, Elias towered over him.

“Bring your best. Your ego. Your all. It won’t be enough.” He left the ring, broken guitar over his shoulder. On the floor, he turned around and gave Seth a mock bow, who could only grimace and glower back.

Jinder had been able to secure a match with Titus O’Neil. He claimed it “was one last bit of sparring before Extreme Rules” where he was “sure” to beat both Braun and Roman and ensure the coveted spot for the Universal Championship.

Despite Apollo Creed and Dana accompanying Titus to the ring, Sunil was able to interfere several times. At one point, Dana was able to knock him over the head with her clipboard, but that only kept him out of trouble for a few minutes. Minutes that Jinder was able to use his own skill to beat down the founder of Titus Worldwide. Sunil was about to interfere again as an ankle grabber when a large hand grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. He was thrown nearly the entire length of the ring where he crashed into a barricade.

Jinder hurried to the ropes and came face to face with Braun Strowman. The monster among men stepped off the apron and smiled. Jinder started to shout at him when Titus scooped him up. Jinder was rolled up for the pin. Titus Worldwide had a short celebration outside the ramp, then they hurried out of the arena. Braun stepped into the ring and quickly neutralized Jinder for his customary drop. He roared and left.

This could not be allowed.

Sunil stumbled ahead as they searched for Kurt Angle. Jinder pushed his announcer out of the way when they found him.

“What kind of a manager are you? Letting Braun go around and do whatever he wants. It’s terrible leadership. What are you going to do about his actions.”

Kurt sighed. “Nothing.” He waved his hands and kept going before Jinder could interrupt him. “I watched everything before Braun showed up. You had an advantage over Titus O’Neil because of Sunil, who I know was working under your orders. So from what I could see… you’re even. You had the advantage, then Braun gave enough to Titus so he did. Considering everything, I think the superstar who won was the right one.”

Jinder scoffed. “So there’s not going to be any consequences.”

Kurt pursed his lips and thought. “No.” He rubbed his head as Jinder huffed and stormed off. This was either the easiest blow-off he had given so far, or it was the worst decision he’d made in a while.

Further backstage Ember was roaming the hallways. Her forehead was creased, and everybody could just about see the cogs of her mind tumbling over one another. She shadowboxed at an extra steel frame for the stage. A sing-song voice made her freeze.

“Ember!” Sasha came up next to her, all smiles. Ember tried to walk away, but Sasha followed. “I need to talk to you. About Extreme Rules.”

With a sigh, Ember stopped. “Me too. Sasha-“

“Bayley is all hugs and smiles, I know, but she’s also full of fight. It won’t hard to beat her, but we’ve got our match next Monday and I don’t want to jip you a great match by giving all my energy to Bayley. If Bayley wasn’t in the way, we could have been having our number one contender’s match on Sunday.” She nudged Ember’s shoulder. “Fate is a funny thing. So can I count on you to have my back? There’re no disqualifications. No rules. We can do anything. You in?” Sasha held out her hand for a handshake.

Ember took Sasha’s hand and curled her fingers into her palm. “No.”

“What?” she growled.

“I’m not going to have your back on Sunday. If it had only been one person, maybe. But nearly the entire women’s roster is telling me to not trust you. So, I’m not going to. If I was in your position, I’d use Extreme Rules as a chance to take out Bayley, and then turn around and use what I could to weaken you before Monday.” Ember watched Sasha’s eyes widen. “That was your plan, right?” She shook her head. “No. I won’t have your back on Sunday. See you on Monday.”

Ember walked away. The other woman stood irate until Ember rounded a corner.

Then all hell broke loose.

Sasha threw everything she could get her hands on. Chairs. Papers. She tipped over the steel frame, ignoring the people it almost landed on. They all stayed back as she let out a harsh scream.

When her lungs finally gave out, she brushed back her hair with a huff. “What are you looking at?” She pushed past a bewildered techie. Ready for battle. With anybody.

“Excuse me, Mr. Ziggler?” You rushed to catch up and nearly bumping into his partner, Drew McIntyre. Not that it was a bad thing. “Um, you guys have a match tonight to become number one contenders for the tag team champions. What are your thoughts on your opponents for the evening?”

Dolph sniggered. “The ‘Authors of Pain’?” He smiled up at Drew. “They just got here and they think they even deserve a chance at the titles? Whew. The audacity.” He eyed you up and down, making you clear your throat and shift your attention to Drew.

“Mr. McIntyre, they have shown themselves to be incredibly strong. Do you foresee any problems in keeping up-“

“Keepin’ up? Lass, they will be the ones strugglin’ to keep up. We ‘ave years of experience an’ it has served us well.”

“They don’t stand a chance,” Dolph added. He stepped closer to you and laid his hand on your shoulder. “Speaking of chance….”

“Mr. Ziggler?” You eyed him warily.

“Dolph, please. Life is a game of chance, don’t you think? So what about this bet: we win I get to take you out to dinner. If we lose I have to settle for your number?”

You shuddered and took a step back. “I only gamble with my money, Mr. Ziggler, never with my life. Good luck in your match.” Dolph had kept his hand on your shoulder, so you pushed it off and walked away hoping he wouldn’t try to talk to you after the match.

It looked like it was going to be unlikely. New or not, the Authors of Pain did a great job of keeping the veterans on their toes. They weren’t as fast as Dolph, but they were sturdy and hitting them was like hitting a brick wall. The sturdiness carried into fighting Drew, with Akam surprising Drew with a suplex.

You considered taking them a collection of cookies when they pinned your unwanted suitor.  

The last match of the night had been set up between Finn Balor and Bobby Lashley. Something about wanting to show off in a past versus future of the company match. It was mostly going to be for show with nothing to be gained except for pride, so you answered when the stage manager was looking for someone to interview Roman.

You found him packing up his stuff at a hall convergence. Seth and Dean walking away in the background. “Hey, Roman.”

He dropped his stuff and answered you with a smile. “Hey, Y/N. What can I answer for you this evening?”

“I’m kinda wondering what you’re going to be doing for Extreme Rules. Seth has got his extreme match with Elias, and Dean has one with Kevin Owens. Dana hasn’t completely caught me up, but as far as I know, this is your first pay-per-view without a match in… a while if not ever.”

He nodded. “Yeah, it is. I mean, the night’s not over… and I have to say I might actually be looking forward to getting to just enjoy a show for once. And it’s not like I won’t have anything to do. I’ve got my brothers to root for, to have their backs if they ask.” He chuckled. “I’m going to be there anyway, even if technically I’ve got the night off.”

“You guys really are like brothers,” you asked with a hushed voice. Sounded nice.

“Yeah, we are.” He gave your shoulder a slight nudge. “How’s the training coming?” He grinned as you perked up.

“It’s going great. Thanks for your help, by the way. I don’t think I could handle a whole match by myself or anything, but I can watch my back. I think.”

“That’s good. Have you-“

You were grabbed from behind and Roman was pushed into the wall. Jinder punched at Roman’s torso until he fell. Then he continued with kicks. Seth and Dean came running up and were able to pull Jinder away for their own attack.

The ruckus had summoned a series of security guards and an irritated Kurt Angle. He stood between Jinder and the Shield. “What are you doing? You can’t just do whatever you want.”

“That’s not what you said about Braun earlier.”

Kurt grit his teeth. “I explained by choice then. You were already crossing the line. Braun’s actions more or less pushed you back across it. Or I thought they did.” Roman surged forward, making Kurt struggle to push him back. “This has got to stop. Roman, you go one way, and Jinder you go the other way. I’ve got something to announce before the last match.”

Roman and Jinder stared each other down.

“Roman?” you squeaked. He looked back at you and stood down. Jinder was smirking, so you glared at him. “Jinder,” you said darkly. His forehead scrunched up, but he did leave. Kurt headed towards Gorilla.

“Hey,” Dean caught your attention. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” You looked back at Sunil, whom nobody had seemed to notice yet. “I’m fine.” You hugged yourself and picked at the fabric of your sleeves. Did you really just-

“Hey,” Dean said softly. He looked at you, trying to look past the mask you’d built. He opened his arms to talk, but you stepped into his chest. Like clockwork relearning how to tick, his arms closed around your shoulders. Dean relaxed into the hug as you did. Your stomach felt like it was full of butterflies, but not quite. More like finding the missing piece to a thousand-piece puzzle. The one from the center that completed the picture and made you feel accomplished. The last one right before you took the puzzle apart to start a brand new one. One that hopefully wouldn’t be missing anything. Dean broke into your thoughts. “You okay, ladybug?”

“Yeah.” You took a deep breath and stepped away. “You guys were packing up. Didn’t mean to keep you from that.”

Seth snorted. “Don’t worry about it. Jinder did the interrupting. Not you.”

It made you smile. “Still, I don’t want to hold you back. I’ll see you guys Sunday.” You gave them a hesitant wave and left for Gorilla to catch Kurt’s announcement.

Kurt went out with no music. “On Monday Night Raw, superstars are supposed to settle their differences in the ring. It’s to keep backstage free from becoming dangerous for everyone involved in making the show happen every week. That is why I am setting the last Raw match at Extreme Rules between Jinder Mahal, Braun Strowman, and Roman Reigns. That match will be a triple threat number one contender’s match for who will get to face Brock Lesnar for the Universal Championship.” He sighed while the crowd reacted. “Hopefully this will clear things up. Now for our main event.”

Finn Balor’s music started before Kurt could get off the stage. He was beaming and carrying his briefcase. He would end up winning against Bobby Lashley, each wrestler impressed by the other in a rare clean ending for Raw.

Part 10: Unfortunate Circumstances (Extreme Rules)

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Family Found Part 4: The Story

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Dean and Y/N let loose the lost history that Y/N had tried so hard to conceal. The other two members of the Shield gain momentum as Money in the Bank draws near while Dean wrestles himself towards more problems.

Pairing: None

Warnings/Promises: Sassy Owens and Zayne, wrestling violence

Word Count: 2200

Note: The story I’ve built is based on one of Dean’s early promos: here. It’s a bit longer, but there’s a lot of information to get through. I’ve been planning this particular chapter for months, so please let me know what you think. This exchange was what started the whole thing, so reblogging and comments will be greatly appreciated. As always, tag lists and requests are open. I hope you guys like it!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team 

Part 3: Long Time No See 

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May 4, 2018 – Monday Night Raw – Houston, TX

Sitting in the ring, waiting for you and Dean, was Kevin Owens and Sami Zayne. Dean was bouncing next to you calmly. You felt like your insides were twisting their way past your spine.

“Hey,” Dean got your attention, “we’ve got this.”

You didn’t have time to reply before his music hit. He went out first, did his thing, then looked to his left. When you weren’t there he came back to the curtain and motioned for you to follow him. He booped your nose. It made you smile like it always had. The walk down the ramp was faster than you were expecting. He sat on the rope so you could get in without having your skirt lift up too much.

You could have worn pants. You should have worn pants. And not heels. No jewelry was a good idea. Couldn’t blind anyone in the audience that way. Maybe you should have done something…

“Ambroses,” Kevin said, breaking your rush of thoughts. “Welcome to the Kevin Owens and Sami Zayne show.” Kevin smiled at you, but all you could see was the arrogance practically glowing underneath the surface.

“Welcome, welcome, welcome,” Sami hummed. “And how is the happily reunited family today?”

Outnumbered. Not that Dean couldn’t take them, you just wouldn’t be able to help much.

“Fine, thank you.” Your voice wasn’t very strong, and Kevin noticed.

“That can’t be the same Y/N that’s stood toe-to-toe with Baron Corbin.” His smirk dared you to shoot back.

“I’m trying to reserve my sass. Besides, it wouldn’t be good to cause an incident this early in the show. Don’t want to be rude.” You smirked back. Kevin nodded and shared a proud look with Sami.

“We appreciate that,” Sami twittered. He made a big show of taking out his glasses and preparing his notepad. “Now, the world wants to know, what happened? You two were separated or something?” Sami ruffled through the pages, which you noted were empty, and looked back at you expectantly.

Dean watched you swallow hard and nodded. “Guess I better start. Y/N was just five when it happened. She is my cousin through my dad’s brother. They were living with us in Cincinnati, though it was rough. They were barely home, so we were left to get into all sorts of trouble.” Dean snickered. He leaned towards you. “Pigeons and Doritos.”

You busted out laughing. “It’s amazing you didn’t go into football with how many times you had to carry me out of trouble.”

Sami waved to get your attention. “Are we going to get that story?” He huffed when you shook your head.

“We had it figured out,” Dean continued. “She was in school; the neighbor took her with her kid. I was dropping out of high school to start wrestling. Or to try anyways.” He absently tapped his collarbone. “By then Dad was in jail, my uncle and his wife had bounced out, and my mom was no longer with us. Nobody seemed to care about us until I was dropping out. I was old enough to claim guardianship, but child services didn’t like that.”

“Y/N, you’re still being really quiet,” Kevin interrupted.

You breathed yourself back into the moment. “This is new information to me. Life was life. Dean made sure there was food on the table and helped me with whatever kindergarten homework I had.” You ignored Kevin’s snark of ‘how cute.’ “The adults weren’t around for me to miss them. Then one day I came home from school and… and left forever. I didn’t want to go, but I was five. They weren’t going to listen to me.” You turned to look at Dean. “The last thing I saw was Dean standing between two cops and trying to fight past them.” You swallowed again, this time to get rid of a lump.

“Welp, that sounds traumatizing.” Sami made a note and nodded pseudo-sagely. “Then what? How did you end up here?”

The words didn’t want to come. But they did when Dean smiled at you. Encouraging you. “I was adopted quickly. I’m cute after all. Moved to North Carolina. Then Georgia. Then went back up to Cincinnati for college.”

“You went to college?” Dean asked with a grin.

It was getting easier. “Yeah. Majored in classics, minored in sports journalism. Went looking through Dean’s old haunts and found a few jobs. Caught the eye of some influential people and found myself here.” You blushed as the crowd applauded and cheered.

Kevin made them pipe down. “That’s all well and good, but you must have been a terrible journalist if you couldn’t find your cousin.”

“How do you know I didn’t?”

“Come again,” Kevin sputtered. Dean was surprised too.

“Come on, it’s an easy Google search. Earlier attempts were harder because I was only looking local to Cincinnati. But then I found you in the WWE. And you had a new family too, in Seth and Roman.” You bit your lip and shrugged. “I was in high school. What was I supposed to do? If I had tried to talk to anyone, nobody was going to believe me.”

“Yep. Them’s the breaks kid.” Sami made another note. “It’s tragic. And inspiring. Separated during a terrible childhood. Reunited after finding success in your own ways.”

Kevin stood. Aggressive. Dean did the same while you and Sami watched on. “Why didn’t you look for her, Dean? The way you tell it, you cared so much. What changed?”

“Might I suggest you watch your mouth, Owens?” Dean was nearly nose-to-nose with Owens, though one foot was slightly behind the other. His free hand clenched and unclenched by his side.

But he kept going. “We know you’re unhinged, but how far back does that go? Did one too many concussions in the ring give you amnesia?” Kevin stumbled into the table with the following punch. He came back up ready to defend himself, but Dean hadn’t moved.

“They sealed her records. Said I was dangerous. And I couldn’t go into any of the court things because I was in jail for two weeks for beating up on those cops that kept me from running after the car.”

Gingerly, you stood and came up behind Dean, tapping his shoulder to make sure he knew you were there and wouldn’t spring. “Two weeks?” Dean looked back at you to nod, but Kevin moved to use that as a weakness. You didn’t think. It hurt, but Kevin’s head snapped back in a satisfying way as you punched him in the nose. You didn’t have much training, so you knew it couldn’t have hurt him too much.

Dean just beamed.

You gave him a flirty and taunting wave. He sputtered tossed his glasses and notepad to the canvas. Dean again sat on the ropes. You hopped to the floor and turned just in time to see Sami running his way. Dean followed your gaze and caught Sami, quickly dropping him in Dirty Deeds next to his trouble-making friend.

You couldn’t stop smiling all the way back up the ramp.

Seth Rollins bumped into you two backstage. He gave you a quick congratulations then continued to the ring. By the time he made it there, the ring was clear of the Kevin and Sami show and ready for his open challenge. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t have too. The chants of “Monday Night Rollins” were enough.

The chants shifted into pure cheering as Bobby Lashley’s music came through the speakers. He grinned at Seth all the way down the ramp. He paused outside of the ring while the ref entered from the other side and took the Intercontinental belt. Seth motioned for the bell to ring as Lashley slid under the ropes.

Rollins was showing off, which spurred Lashley to do the same. It was a match that showcased the mutual respect between the opponents. Even so, Seth was finding it hard to keep up with Lashley. He found himself in trouble when Lashley was able to hold him high in the air with the hold.

But then Sami emerged from his hiding spot next to the bell and jumped up onto the apron. Lashley let Seth drop, ignoring him as the champion bounced off the canvas and fell to the outside.

“What makes you think you deserve that title?” Sami shouted. “You just got back and you haven’ done anything worthy.”

Lashley fired back, “and you have? You have done nothing but complain since you moved to Raw. And you missed your chance. I’m here. Rollins is done, and I’m-“ He couldn’t finish as Seth came up from behind him and rolled him up for the pin. Lashley’s anguished look was only met with Seth’s shrug and Sami’s sneering smile.

The ref gave Seth back the belt. Sami made a big deal of pointing at it.

“Next week, Seth. I’m coming for that.”

“You’re welcome to try, man. But this week, you’ve got more pressing matters.” Seth nodded for Sami to look behind him, where Lashley was waiting.

Sami scrambled through the ropes to scurry across the ring to tumble out the other side. Lashley followed him in but stopped by Seth to watch Sami run up the ramp. He gave Seth a strong handshake, then left the Kingslayer to collect his adoration from the crowd.

Elias glared at the crowd from under his spotlight. He cajoled and threatened them towards silence, but it remained far out of his grasp. Irritated, he began to play anyways. But instead of his acoustic chords, harmonica came through the speakers.

The lights filled up more of the ring to reveal Dean sitting on the apron at the bottom of the ring. He was leaned against the corner post lost to the world outside of the ear-piercing ditty he was trying to play on a harmonica. A microphone was balanced between his knees. Dean stopped as the crowd laughed, turning to look around in surprise.

“Oh hey, Elias. I’ve been working in some Pearl Jam. Have you looked up their stuff yet?”

The guitarist bypassed gracing Dean with an answer with fuming instead. He shuffled to one side as Dean came to join him in the ring.

“Do you mind?” Elias growled. “I’m trying to give these rotten people a concert.”

“Um, I think the concert is rotten, not the people. But yeah, I care. I’ve got a match with Baron, so…” Dean wiggled his fingers towards Elias. “If you could leave, that would be great. Though I wouldn’t mind some ring-side music if you wanted to stay for the match.”

Elias was about to retort when Baron’s music cut in. He left in a huff, staying clear of the Lone Wolf so the match could get started. It was just like old times. Same tricks from Baron, same evasions from Dean. But faster. Wittier. And with a bright Ambrose smile that sent Baron’s temper through the roof. It eventually cost him the match. Dean saw the Deep Six coming and reversed it into his second Dirty Deeds of the night.

Corey grumbled from commentary. “Congratulations to Dean. He won his first fight back from injury. But if he’s not careful, he’s going to end up with more problems than he can handle.”

“Well, I’m glad to see Dean Ambrose. WWE has missed him,” Coachman said.

“I didn’t say I didn’t miss him.” Corey led the bickering as the Houston crowd fully welcomed Dean back into the wrestling world.

In the main event, there was another respect match. Roman and Finn kept the other on their toes, practicing in front of the whole WWE universe what could happen at Money in the Bank. They were almost done when Braun’s roar filled the stadium. He made quick work of Roman and Finn. The crowd was enthusiastic about the catching of hands that he threw around. They were uncaring of the disqualified match, and of the battered athletes in the ring.

It was a lucky break, but a break none the less when Roman was able to spear Braun. Finn jumped off a corner post with a Coup de Grace. Together they were able to hold him off for a while. Then Finn made the mistake of turning on Roman. He made a show of standing with one boot on Roman’s chest and looking up at the briefcases hanging overhead.

He should have been looking behind.

Braun caught Finn by the back of the neck and tossed him across the ring. He bounced into the turnbuckles and collapsed off his feet. While Braun stalked Finn, Roman made it to his feet to stalk Braun. He stunned the monster among men on the turnbuckles above Finn before pulling him back and hoisting him up for a Samoan drop. Ignoring the boos, he rolled out of the ring.

Roman walked backward up the ramp, shouting at the two bodies in the ring and pointing at the briefcases. “That contract is mine. And mine alone. I’ll finish what you made me start tonight. The only thing you’re going to see at Money in the Bank is me standing on top of that ladder. Me.”

Part 5: Making the Connections 

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Family Found Part 3: Long Time, No See

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Y/N’s past meets her face-to-face. The reunion is not what she expected.

Pairing: None

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 1215

Note: Another week closer to Money in the Bank! I hope you guys are ready for crazy, because in this chapter heavy connections are made that rule the series. Please let me know how you are enjoying it, and what you think is going to happen next. Tag lists and requests open as always. Happy reading!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 2: Altercations

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May 28 – Monday Night Raw – Richmond, VA

Seth Rollins opened the show. He swaggered his way down to the ring and basked in the glow of the adoring audience.

“Thank you, guys! With all the excitement last week, I’m hoping to get tonight started and…” he broke off with a smile as a ‘Monday Night Rollins’ chant started. It died down as he raised the mic back up. “If I want to hold up to that promise, there’s one thing I have to do. I’m a fighting champion after all. I’m issuing an open challenge for the Intercontinental Championship. For right here. And right now.” He dropped the mic and waited for whoever’s music while the ref entered the ring.

Face the Facts started to play. Seth grinned widely as Curt Hawkins entered the arena and made his way down the ramp. Hawkins motioned for the bell the second he entered the ring and attacked Seth before he could drop the title. That was all of the upper-hand Hawkins had for the rest of the match.

It ended quickly, with Hawkins out cold after a Blackout.

“We need to check some records,” Coachman said. “That might be Rollin’s fasted title defense, if not the fasted defense of any WWE title.”

“I doubt that,” Corey said, interrupting Coachman before he could continue. Corey jumpstarted the rest of the night. “And we should go to Y/N to get a word with the Lunatic Fringe. Unless it’s actually Renee. Or Charley.” He harrumphed when you showed up on the screen. “Good to see the cue sheet is right this week.”

You put on your game face and hoped for the best as your first red brand interviewee walked out of the hallway. A glint of recognition flickered across his face. You swallowed, mouth suddenly dry.

“Hey, Dean.” You took a shallow breath. “Long time no see.”

Dean’s eyes widened. He inched closer to you, his hand inches away from checking to see if you were real. You jumped as he called back down the hallway. “Renee! Roman! Seth!” He stared at you, fighting even blinking in case you disappeared before his eyes. You gasped and went rigid as he pulled you in for a hug. With a sigh, you relaxed and hugged back. By the time they arrived, you were caught in an Ambrose bear hug you never wanted to escape from. It was the most ‘home’ you had felt in almost twenty years.

“Oh my gosh,” Renee breathed. “You’re the cousin.”

You pulled away to see Roman and Seth’s confused faces. Your cheeks were wet and, looking up, so were Dean’s.

“Yes. I’m the cousin.”

Dean sputtered, “where have you been? They took you away, and then your records were sealed, and I got good at wrestling, and things took off but I could never find you.” He stopped to take a breath. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You wiped away a tear and avoided eye contact. “I never blamed you. And you came into town a few times on tour.” Dean moved to ask more questions, but you waved him off. “We don’t have time for this right now. Seth’s got to catch his breath, Roman’s got a match, and you’ve got to get to commentary.” You laughed. “I’m supposed to be asking you about Baron and No Way Jose.” When Dean didn’t move you gave his chest a slight push. “You should get going.”

He pulled your head towards him for a forehead kiss that you melted in to. Renee left with him, their hands tightly entwined, leaving you with Roman and Seth. You gave them a hesitant wave. They shared a look that would send Rollreigns fans into a gif tizzy.

Roman nodded to you. “Welcome to the family, Y/N.”

In the ring, No Way Jose made his entrance with his Congo line. At the tail end of it, Dean was having the time of his life. He broke off and took the extra chair and headset next to Coachman. He was barely situated before Corey was asking questions.

“Since when do you have cousins, Ambrose?”

“Since I was about ten years old. I’ve talked about her before, but it was a long time ago and nobody was really listening. Past that, I haven’t seen her in almost twenty years and we’re gonna have a lot of catching up to do after this. Whatever this is.”

Michael Cole did his best to keep the focus on the upcoming match. “We know you know Baron Corbin, but his opponent, No Way Jose, is new to the red brand.”

“I like ‘im,” Dean said, leaning back in his chair, “he knows how to party.”

Jose was still dancing in the middle of the ring when Baron’s music started. The Lone Wolf glared at Dean on his way down the ramp.

“I haven’t missed him,” Dean muttered.

“I don’t think he’s missed you either,” Cole said as the bell rang.

Dean made several comments through the match, for and against each of the wrestlers.

Corey was disgusted. “Dean, whose side are you on? You’re speaking good about No Way Jose now while Baron’s got him caught in a corner. But two minutes ago when Baron was on the ropes, you were talking him up.”

“I just like encouraging the little guy, no matter who that is at any given moment.”

Cole was confused. “But Dean, they can’t hear you from back here.”

Dean snorted. “That’s what you think.” The next thing the team knew, he was standing on the announce table and waving at the ring. He laughed loudly as Baron went to yell back at him and was immediately rolled up for the pin.

No Way Jose made a quick exit and rushed to the stage where Dean joined him. They mockingly danced their way out of the arena while Baron fumed.

The Main Event for the night was a tag-team match made up of four of the five Money in the Bank wrestlers from Raw. Finn Balor and Roman were paired up against Braun and Bobby Roode. Dean brought you with him to watch on the backstage screen with Seth. They both made little comments naming moves for you or reacting to your reactions, which were mostly flinching.

Roman had Braun stumbling around in the perfect position for a spear. He roared and tackled Braun to the canvas. Finn was waiting on the top turnbuckle, and Roman rolled out of the ring to ensure Bobby did not interfere. Braun barely groaned under the Coup de Gras, but Finn was successful in pinning him. Roman joined him in the ring while Roode made a quick exit; he didn’t want to be there when the monster among men woke up.

The ref stood between the victors and raised their hands. Finn turned to shake Roman’s hand, but Roman wasn’t there.

Braun was.

Roman was tangled up in the ropes at the bottom of the ring where Braun had bumped him. Finn was lifted over Braun’s shoulder and dropped. In the background, the crowd started chanting ‘get these hands’, which made Braun smile wickedly over his victims. The same drop happened to Roman moments later.

Raw ended with Braun standing alone, roaring with the WWE universe.

Part 4: The Story

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Loyalties

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Prompt: “I wanted like….another wrestlers manager costing him a title kinda like Zelina does for Andrade? and Angry sex with maybe some choking.” – @crossfit-princess-sethie-boo

Pairing: Samoa Joe x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, angry Joe, SMUT, choking, orgasm denial, orgasm bribing, implied further smut

Word Count: 1430

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You had met in NXT. It was a dance: bumping into each other backstage, distracting each other’s promo’s, sitting silently across from one another in catering. Nobody seemed to notice. And Joe was patient. It was months of setting your skin ablaze with just looks before he cornered you in that dark hallway for the first time. The dance changed from flirting to secrecy. When you got left behind with his call-up, you thought it was over.

It wasn’t. Far from it.

The scheduling was difficult, but you made it work. You took turns showing up at each other’s shows, even if a few months apart. There was sex, yes, but you also helped each other. Joe was the one to suggest two months ago that you should try your hand at valeting.

Little did he know it would lead to his downfall.

He was in the middle of the ring, threatening anybody who thought they were ‘man enough’ to fight him for the opportunity to challenge Jeff Hardy for the US Championship. He froze as Sanity’s music began to play. The crowd went wild as Killian stepped out. You hovered close behind, effectively hiding from Joe. Once Killian had his attention, he moved to one side so you could step forward dressed in a business suit jacket and skirt. For a split second his face lit up, then he played it off as mock surprise. Joe tossed his mic away and called for a ref. The bell rang as soon as your ‘client’, one of three, entered the ring.

Both large men kept the other on his toes. Joe wasn’t used to being thrown around like Killian was capable of. Killian was not used to the quiet rage that Joe was capable of. It was beyond Roman or Aleister’s skills. For all of the mutual frustration, you could read admiration on their faces. But you could not stand back and enjoy the match as you wanted. You had a job to do.

Killian argued with the ref over the near five-count of strikes. Joe was recovering on the apron. You grabbed his ankle and attempted to sweep his legs out from under him.

Joe did not budge.

In the background, you heard Corey make some remark about your relationship in NXT, but all you could think about was the fire in Joe’s eyes. You were in trouble and a lot of it. Thankfully, Killian finished with the ref and pulled Joe back into the ring. But for the rest of the match, Joe kept an intense gaze on you. When he lost the match due to another one of your distractions, hot rage flashed in his eyes.

Killian saw the wrath burning in your direction. He stood in front of you the whole way up the ramp to backstage. When he offered to walk you to your dressing room, you declined and said you could handle Joe yourself. You didn’t actually feel that way, but it was the only way you could be alone to see him.

You don’t know how he did it, but Joe was waiting for you in your dressing room. He was leaned against the desk in the room with his arms crossed. His face was impassible, even for you, and he said nothing while you flustered through half-formed sentences that died once they hit the air. You shed your jacket. He nodded towards the door. You locked it. Though it was probably unwise, you kept your back towards him.

“Welcome to Smackdown, Y/N.” His voice made you shiver.

Turning, you flattened your back against the door. “Thank you.” You swallowed dry air. “How much trouble am I in?”

Joe let out a long, slow breath. “I have to say, this is not what I had in mind when I suggested being a manager.” He stood and took a few meandering strides towards you. “And definitely not with Sanity. What about Nikki Cross?”

“We have an understanding. And why are you so angry? It was your idea.” You gasped and smiled as Joe wrapped his hand around your throat.

“I meant me when they finally moved you up.”

“You?” You searched his face for the truth. “Since when do you need me?”

Joe loosened his grip. “I always need you.” He looked at you like it should have been obvious.

You wet your lips. “Then why didn’t you say that? Then we wouldn’t have been in this mess.” It became harder to breathe as Joe’s grin widened and his grip tightened.

“Speaking of… I believe I owe you something for your… help tonight.” He released your throat, chuckling at your gasp for air, and switching his grasp to your wrists. He stole your oxygen next by kissing you hard and ravenously. You moaned into his mouth every time he rolled his hips into yours. “That’s it, Y/N,” he whispered, “make it up to me.”

With one hand he controlled both of your wrists, with the other he reached up under your skirt. You bucked down into his touch, spreading the juices already leaking through your bottoms onto his fingers. He tugged them to one side. You grit your teeth and hissed as he used two fingers to pull your essence up to your clit. Joe tightened his grip on your wrists as you thrashed under his touch. He spread your slick to your clit, thumbing it harshly enough to make you cry out. Joe nosed your head to one side so he could nip at your neck while his fingers worked torturous magic bringing you to the brink. Your breathing shallowed and you closed your eyes, ready for release.

Joe withdrew with a chuckle that made you whine. “What, did you think I would let you come so quickly, baby girl? You should know better.”

“Please, Joe. I’m sorry. I can’t guarantee that it won’t happen again, but I’ll-“

“Oh no. I have a different deal in mind.” He pulled you away from the door. He helped you out of your clothes and had you lay on the desk. You did your best to keep your legs open, though each drag of his fingertips across your skin made you want to close them with a shiver. Joe trailed his fingers closer to your sex. His chest heaved with resisting taking you immediately. “If I could make another suggestion,” he bypassed your heat and splayed his large, warm hand over your lower stomach, “perhaps you should shift your loyalties.” His hand continued traveling up to your breasts. You gasped as he dug his fingernails into the valley between them. “Take your time. I’ve got all the time in the world to work an answer out of you, baby girl.”

Frantically you licked your lips. “There’re other people to convince than me.” You squeaked as he tweaked your nipple. “I’ll consider it?”

“Close enough. For now.” He moved his ring gear and other obtrusive fabric out of the way just enough to bring his ready length into your line of sight. It made your mouth water, but you knew that would have to come later.

Joe was seconds away from running out of patience.

With those last seconds, he eased into you with a series of deep breaths. He braced himself on the desk on either side of your hips while you adjusted to him. You gave him a small thrust.

Patience ran out.

You screamed as he pulled nearly all of the way out before thrusting fast and hard in again. Again. Again. Again. Your vision failed, and your eyes closed. Your mouth fell open to freely give Joe all of the sounds that spurred him on. And on. And on. The denied orgasm from before came rushing to the surface. Joe growled as your walls clamped tighter and tighter. You were both right there. You opened your eyes as Joe rubbed your thigh.

“You keep screaming like that baby girl, and I won’t be able to hold back… much longer.”

“Then don’t. Joe, I’m almost… please.”

Joe reached up and took control of your breathing. Darkness danced along the edges as you watched Joe thrust closer to coming. He let go of your throat. The rush of oxygen sent you careening over the precipice, pulling Joe down with you. He helped you ride out your high, then eased out.

“Technically,” he panted, “I didn’t get the answer out of you that I wanted.”

In your haze, you let your heart take over instead of your rational mind.

“Oh, no. Then I guess you’ll have to try and convince me again.”

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For Honor and Love

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Prompt: “Hello 🙂 Can you pls do a fluffy Jey Uso where reader is an actress (she’s Latina lol) they’ve been dating for years and the Usos are having another rap battle w/ the new day and one of them says something bad about you and he gets all defensive and when he comes home the next day you mention it and he gets all blushy and can it end with implied smut if you can pls”

Pairing: Jey Uso x Latina!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: FLUFF, implied smut

Word Count: 1030

Note: I am not someone gifted with the ability to rap/rhyme, so please accept a battle of wits. I think this came out super cute, so if you guys could confirm that I would really appreciate any comments/reblogs you could send my way. Thanks to the anon for requesting Jey; I don’t think I would have ever written for him otherwise. I hope you guys like it!

You smiled listening to Jey’s laugh. Kofi had made some joke, sending both Usos into a fit of giggles. The New Day couldn’t keep a straight face either.

“Man,” Jimmy sang, “you keep passing the same jokes in new ways.”

“All day, every. New. Day!” Xavier picked up. “We can’t help it when its oo-so easy.” He grinned wildly as Kofi and Big E bumped at his shoulders.

“You can pun around all you like.” Jey had a lightbulb moment and snickered. “But like Wood’s trombone, you can only play the one unsatisfying tune, no matter how much you change the tempo.”

The other two members caught Xavier as he reeled back. You couldn’t help but giggle out loud at how offended he looked. His next words made Jey’s face fall and made your breath hitch in your throat.

“My girl sounds lovely no matter what I play. While your lovely lady is stuck with your un-awed ass. Speaking of Y/N, how is she faring? You keeping her… satisfied? Or do you believe her poor acting skills?”

Jimmy moved quickly to hold Jey back as his brother leapt for Xavier. He had dropped his mic, but you saw him say “don’t be talkin’ ‘bout my girl. Leave her out of this.”

Everyone dropped their mics while inching closer to one another. E spoke up. “Leave her out of this? You’re the one who brought the girls into this in the first place.” Surprisingly it was Jimmy and Kofi trying to keep everyone from losing their heads. But the once friendly banter had morphed into something more fueled by honor and ego than fun.

The following match did nothing to disperse the warm tingling between your legs. Jey was intense. It kept ringing in your head that in a way he was defending you. The way he would growl at Xavier or Big E made you rub your thighs together. You groaned seeing those big shoes of his whack either of them in the face. There was a similar reaction every time the camera would zoom in on his outstretched hand waiting to be tagged in. When the match finished, you turned off the TV and had a nice hot bath.

You sent Jey a picture of you half submerged in the suds with a message.

I can’t wait to thank you for defending my honor.

Jey’s reply was pretty much illegible with his flabbergasted fingers.

The buzz under your skin had not diminished in the next twenty hours or so. Should you dress up? Should you dress down, normal? Should you dress at all? You wanted to be wearing more than your pj’s.

Your question was answered when he arrived a lot sooner than you were expecting. Despite the surprise, you rushed to meet him at the door, barely giving him time to drop his bags before you were flying into his arms. Nor did he get a word of greeting out before your lips were on his. Needless to say, you had missed him.

“Damn,” he breathed when you finally broke away, “if I didn’t want to be with all the time, I’d be gone more often just so I’d get that.” He hummed in delight and gave you quick peck on the lips.

“What are you talking about? You could be gone for five minutes to get pizza and you’d get this welcome.”

Without missing a beat, Jey grinned and said, “then can I step out and back in again?”

You laughed and cupped his face. “No.” This time you nibbled on his bottom lip, making him rumble and hold you tighter.  You stepped back, giggling when he leaned forward to follow you. “You know, I had to turn off the TV last night and be alone after your match.” You grabbed both of his hands and pulled him further into the apartment.

“Oh really?”

“Mhmm.” You pulled him to sit on the couch. “The way you stood up for me? Defended my honor? Made me all tingly inside.” Jey gasped as you straddled his waist. You tilted your head when he didn’t look up at you. “Jey?”

He rubbed his neck. “Yeah, sorry about that. If I hadn’t brought Wood’s trombone-“

“Francesca?”

“The second, yes. If I hadn’t brought her into it Woods couldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry if he offended… you… or anything.” His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his eyes flitted around the room.

You rested your arms on his shoulders. “Xavier has no such power over my feelings. That pobre alma solitaria is only words and ring tricks. You on the other hand,” you ran your fingers up along the back of Jey’s neck, “are an electrical storm on the senses.” You bit your lip, now fully holding his attention, and wiggled your hips. Jey bucked up to meet you and let out a stifled groan. His suppressed smile was practically glowing under his skin.

“Baby, you keep moving like that and…” he bit down on his bottom lip and gripped at your hips. Then his grip loosened and his shoulders slumped. He seemed deep in thought, so you kept silent and reassuringly stroked your thumbs over the curve of his neck. “Woods did speak out of turn. You are an amazing actress, there’s no denying that. But…” Jey sighed and started again, “Have you ever-“

“Faked it?” You smiled as he looked up sheepishly at you. “Honey, I have never had to act or pretend or fake anything with you. It’s one of the many reasons why I love you.” With a dip of your head, you nosed across his cheekbones. “Now how about you let me slip into something more comfortable-“

“Than your pajamas?” Jey teased.

You nipped at his lip. “I was thinking about something more along the lines of… nothing?”

Jey’s eyes lit up, then darkened promisingly. “Oh, really?” He flexed his shoulders under your touch. “Mind if I join you for that?”

There was nothing to reply except with a wink. You left him on the couch and swayed your hips on the way to your bedroom. Just outside the door, you turned and encouraged him to follow you.

He was off like a shot.

pobre alma solitaria = poor lonely soul (I know its not true, but it felt right in the fic)

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Angel of NXT

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Prompt: hello! I see your requests are open and I’m wondering if you’d write something for Tommaso Ciampa from NXT? I’m not sure what kinks you’re comfortable writing but maybe choking and dirty talk could be fun with him. There’s a serious lack of Tommaso smut in the world unfortunately ☹

Pairing: Tommaso Ciampa x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, dirty talk/name calling, choking, orgasm denial, oral (male receiving)

Word Count: 950

Note: This is a little shorter than usual, but it’s also one of the dirtiest things I’ve written. Thank you anon for the request, I hope this is satisfactory! My requests are still open, and there are three more being answered this week. Tag lists are open too. Please let me know how you liked the fic with reblogs and whatever reaction gifs are your favorites. Enjoy!

The ongoing storm that was the feud between Johnny Gargano and Tommaso was fueling your boyfriend more than the world knew. The second he made it to the dressing room where you were waiting for him, he pinned your front to the door and shoved his hand down the front of your shorts. You shivered as his hot breath panted across the back of your neck until his lips were by your ear.

“Are you going to behave tonight? Scream on my cock loud enough for everyone to hear you?” He plunged two fingers into your channel. “Answer me.” You could only moan in the affirmative as he reached up under his shirt that you wore and pinched at your nipples. “No bra tonight, huh? You were just waiting to be my whore tonight.”

You frantically shook your head. “Yes. Only yours.”

Tommaso growled and bit on your shoulder. “Strip.” 

His eyes glowed dangerously when you paused. They lit up with delight as you shed his shirt first. Due to the chill and his earlier touch, your nipples were perked and alert. You dropped your shorts by themselves, leaving yourself only in your underwear. Tomasso growled, unhappy with your choice. You bit your lip to keep from smirking. With your thumbs tugging at the hips of your underwear, you dragged them down your body and bent at the waist. Again you paused, giving him time to appreciate how wet you already were.

You straightened and looked over your shoulder for your next command. He curled two fingers, summoning you to him on the couch. You stopped in front of him when he held up his hand. He stood and removed his shirt, then placed your hands on his hips over his gear. You sank to your knees, taking his gear with you. He stroked his length in front of your face, groaning as you licked your lips. You held out your tongue but squeaked when he pulled you to your feet. He sat back on the couch, taking you with him.

For a second time, he thrust two fingers into your heat. His cock was right there but he wasn’t going to let you have it. Not yet. Instead, he curled and alternated his speeds ensuring you were a shivering mess in no time. Your whimpers grew louder as he thumbed at your clit and sucked down on your neck. He rumbled against your skin with the way you clawed across his shoulders. He scissored you open and swallowed your cries with a feverous kiss.

“You like this?” He stopped all movement, leaving you quivering. “My oh so brilliant Y/N reduced to series of holes to fuck.” He nipped at your ear, chuckling with how you whined. “Just a needy cunt with no more intelligence than a cock sleeve. Whose cocks sleeve?” He leaned down to catch your nipple between his teeth.

“Y-yours,” you stuttered. “Please…”

Tommaso hummed and bit at the side of your breast. “What is my whore begging for now?” He curled his fingers again, making your hips jolt.

“Please, fuck me,” you moaned.

“The angel of NXT wants me to fuck her?” He gripped your face and brought it close to his. “And what would my personal whore give me in return? What could you possibly have that I could want? That I could need more than this pleasure of bringing you to the brink, of controlling you, of this moment?”

“Your release. Your cock sleeve screaming your name.” The room tilted as Tommaso twisted you onto the couch and pinned you beneath him. “Please let me help you cum.”

“Oh, I’m going to cum. But my angel wants me to fuck her? Then fuck you I will. Until you don’t have a voice to scream with.”

You arched with a silent shout as he sheathed himself in you fully. Bracing against the armrest above your head, you screamed and yelped. Tommaso gripped your hips hard enough to bruise; you could do nothing to meet his pace, only take the onslaught of fire raging through you. In a moment of mistake, you bit down on your lip so you could hear his grunts and under-breath muttering.

Tommaso slowed his pace to deep, hard thrusts. “You said you were going to scream. How can you do that if you’re biting your lip? Do you want me to stop?” He cut off your plea with a harder thrust. You reached down to grip at his hip, but he batted your hand away. “Use your words, angel. Who is going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow?”

“Tommaso,” you weakly moaned. You tried again, “Tomma-s-s-“ but he gripped your throat.

He restarted his earlier furious pounding. You maintained bracing against the armrest as best you could with one hand while the other guided Tommaso’s fingers over your pressure points. He shuddered as your walls fluttered around him. Chasing that sensation again, he toyed with your clit.

Your vision was beginning to lighten when his hips stuttered to meet yours. Knowing he was close, he tugged you to your knees. You held out your tongue, humming in delight when he gave you his length this time. He shuddered and let his head drop back while you blew him to completion. You opened your mouth to prove not a drop was wasted. He fell back onto the couch and motioned for you to join him. You eagerly curled up next to him, draping one of your legs across his lap.

“You still owe me a scream,” he panted after a minute. He waited while you thought.

“You drove tonight, right?”

Tommaso grinned.

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I Can Save You

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Y/N, known to the world as Starhawk, and Nightwing help save the live of a pathologist. Life is going well and her niece is visiting, but finding the truth of who hired the assassin leads to some frightening developments.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: some fluff, heck of a lot of angst, deadly influenza threat, violence, blood, needles 

Word Count: 3900 (longer than usual, more to say this time)

Note: Oh my God, you guys are going to hate me. Besides the obvious, please let me know what you think about the fic. Requests open. Tag lists open.

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Blair Bones shoved the second magazine into his gun. The lab was covered in broken glass and leaking chemicals. He avoided bumping into anything as he stepped closer to his target. The scientist was huddled in the last available corner.

“I’ll give you anything you want,” he said, raising his hands in surrender.

“But you don’t have anything I want.” Bones cocked the gun.

“Then why are you doing this?”

Bones smirked. Always that question. “Because someone wants you out of the way.”

Nightwing smirked as the last set of handcuffs clicked into place. The would-be robbers were barely conscious. One was snoring.

“Is that the last of them?” You rightened the last file cabinet and straightened the pencils on the desk. The scientist who belonged to the office had called you several days ago about a possible break-in. And that another might occur. Which it did, but this time you and Nightwing were ready.

“Yes.” Nightwing signaled on his com, “Robin, order ready for pick-up.”

“Cops there in two. See you when you’re done.” Tim left the coms.

You leaned against the wall. “Two minutes. Topic or front door delivery?” Nightwing shook his head back and forth considering.

“As much as I would like to shoot the breeze, why don’t we-“ Both of you froze as gunfire filled the air. “Speaking of shooting… you guys, don’t go anywhere.” The robbers groaned. Nightwing lead the way towards the source of the shots. He slid along the tiles into a lab, you close on his heels. It was nearly completely demolished. A broad-shouldered person had their back to you, while a smaller man huddled on the floor, pleading for his life.

The huddled man attempted to squeeze himself further into the corner. “Please, don’t!”

Nightwing drew his batons. “Hey!”

The broad-shouldered man turned, and you instantly recognized Blair Bones. Gun for hire at a cheaper rate than his skills were worth, you’d never seen him in person before. Nightwing leapt into action, engaging Bones. You ran to the scientist’s side; he was shivering, and his eyes were beginning to glaze over. Staring death in the face usually had that effect on people. You hauled him to his feet, forcing him to hurry as the sparring between Blair and Nightwing escalated. Glass shattered over your head as Bones’ attempt to shoot your partner was redirected in the scuffle. The scientist stumbled, falling behind a table. Out of the way. Safe.

You joined the scuffle, giving Nightwing time to take a breather. In the haste to get away once he realized he was outnumbered, Bones stumbled back into a window weakened by earlier gunfire. You tried to grab his vest to keep him from falling, but he fell with a cry. Nightwing rushed to your side. Below, Bones rolled to a stop. Your goggles zoomed in on a flash-drive drive that fell out of his pocket. The assassin was more focused on getting away than the evidence he left behind and ran off into the night without it. A few seconds later, blue flashing lights rounded the corner and Gotham’s best swarmed into the building to collect the earlier sting.

“Are you alright,” you asked, turning to the scientist. He nodded, shivering. Nightwing helped him to his feet. “Can you tell us why you think you were targeted?”

“I am Doctor Daniel Havran, and I’m one of the pathologists here. I’ve been developing a cure for an H6N1 influenza virus.”

While Dr. Havran continued his story, you went back to the window and shot one of your smaller grappling hooks. Soon you had the dropped flash-drive in your pocket.

Dr. Havran accepted the fire blanket Nightwing used to combat his shock. “A few weeks ago I started to receive threats to stop my work. Such threats are pretty usual for this line of work, so I thought nothing of it. Until now.” He leaned against a lab table. You and Nightwing shared a look. If the threats had been going on for a while, then the threatener had plenty of time to hire Blair Bones. And plenty of time to plan an alternate if Bones couldn’t finish the job.

Nightwing gently took the scientist’s arm. “We can have you in a safe house in five minutes. Right this way.”

Later in the Batcave, you had started to rummage through the files on the disk.

“Bones wasn’t searching for one specific thing, or he didn’t have time. Pretty much the whole office is on here.” You gestured at the screen. “Schedules, RNA strands, a list of everyone’s favorite snack. If he was there to kill Dr. Havran, why take all this too?” Dick, fresh out of uniform, stood behind your chair and rubbed his hands down your back. “And I keep seeing files for the H6N1 virus, but another one stored under that called ‘Thunderbird.’ But that’s encrypted.”

“You can worry about that one tomorrow. Right now you have a visitor about to come through the front doors.”

You were off like a shot, shedding the last of your uniform as you went. By the time you caught up with Alfred in the atrium, you looked like any other young woman your age lounging in your home. You caught your breath and waited for the doorbell. Alfred smiled at you and opened both doors as dramatically as possible to let in a little girl no taller than three feet.

“Auntie Y/N!” She ran straight into your arms, squealing as you lifted her into the air and spun her around. “This place is so big! Do you really live here? Why is the driveway so long, and how come you don’t have a mailbox? I’ve missed you much!”

“And I’ve missed you too, Wiggle Bug.” You put her down and kneeled beside her, looking up at Alfred. “Isi, this is Alfred. If you can’t find me, he’s available for all questions and raids of ice cream.” She gave him an adorable tiny wave. “Alfred, this is my niece, Isi.”

Ne kneeled down to your level and took her small hand in his for a handshake. “Nice to meet you, Miss Isi. Do you have a favorite flavor?”

Isi curled into your shoulder, suddenly shy. “Strawberry. Please.” She looked up at you.

“It’s a little late for it tonight, but…”

“Perhaps at lunch?” Alfred finished. When Isi smiled in agreement, Alfred nodded and lifted her luggage to take to her room.

She met the family next. She took to Bruce the most. How could she not? He was like a giant teddy bear around children. Tim promised to show her the best hiding places in the mansion, and Jason let her see his tattoos. She seemed to like one of the black and white ones the best, asking if she could color it in for him with markers one day. Damian helped her disappear in order to show her his new kittens for a few minutes while you filled Bruce in on the night’s events.

“Keep looking through the files. See if there is anything in an earlier, more personal folder about who might have hired him.” He nodded at Dick, who walked in on the end of the conversation, then left for the cave to start his shift.

Isi came bouncing back into the den, just in time to see Dick kiss the back of your neck. “Is he your lover, Auntie Y/N?”

Dick chuckled and buried his head into your hair. “Am I your lover, Y/N?”

“He is my boyfriend, yes. Where did you get ‘lover’ from?”

She crawled up onto the couch to fiddle with a tassel on a pillow. “Mom’s neighbors call each other that. Do you guys hug a lot too?”

“It’s getting kind of late, so let’s show you your room.” You sat Isi on your hip, who drowsily rested her head on your shoulder. You walked by Dick and rolled your eyes. The questions of a child.

While you pulled down her covers, Isi finished brushing her teeth. On her way out of the bathroom, the door closed faster than she was expecting, catching her fingers. You rushed to her side as she began to cry. She quieted down to whimpers as you blew cold air across the injured fingers. You sat her on the bed.

“I’m sorry that big door got you, sweetie.” You wiped away her tears and kissed across her knuckles. “Are you going to be okay?” She muttered something close enough to a yes. The pain must have receded a bit if she could rub her eyes with her injured hand.

“I’d be better if I could have some ice cream.”

If she wasn’t your niece she could have been your child.

“Tomorrow for lunch. I promise. Now,” you kissed her forehead and eased her back into the pillows, “it is time for you to go to sleep. Sweet dreams, Isi.”

Isi yawned. “Sweet dreams, Auntie.” She was asleep before you left the room.

Dick brought you a cup of coffee the next morning as you continued pouring over the flash-drive. “How’s it going?”

“Bruce was right. It was called ‘music money,’ but I found the list of clients. He had a few targets to go after, but Dr. Havran was supposed to be the easy one. I’ve already alerted the other targets and gotten them some protection. Oh, and” you took a sip of the coffee, humming at it’s perfection, “I talked to Havran this morning. Took me ten minutes to get off the phone for all of his appreciation.”

Dick chuckled. “He did almost die.”

“Yeah.” You scrunched up your nose in thought. “But this other virus… Thunderbird… it’s super encrypted.” You continued observing the client list, smiling when you found what you were looking for. “And look at this.” You leaned back so Dick could read the screen.

“Falcone? Seriously?” Dick opened the recording of the video agreement. Seems Bones liked keeping good records in case someone wanted to backpedal on their contract. Dick whistled. If Falcone found out that Bones had a taped hit order of his, there wouldn’t even be bones left of him. “But why a pathologist? That doesn’t sound like him.”

You nodded your head in agreement. “Let’s go and ask him. Tonight.”

The rest of the day was consumed by entertaining Isi. There was indeed ice cream at lunch, and after a private and quiet tour of Wayne Tower, there was a pizza dinner in Bruce’s office. By the time you made it back to the manor, Isi was exhausted. She also complained about her stomach hurting. You figured that last slice was too much for her small stomach. Alfred carried her to bed so you and Dick could get ready for the night’s mission.

For all of Carmine Falcone’s mob boss bravado, it was laughably easy to sneak into his office. There was one tripped signal on the way in, but you made sure the camera only saw a stray cat. You and Nightwing waited in the shadows for only a few minutes before you heard voices approaching.

“I do not want to be disturbed,” Falcone said, pushing the double doors open. “And if that buffoon Bones shows up at our door, shoot him.” He slammed the doors shut and eventually collapsed into his desk chair. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger over his eyebrows to his temples. “I know you’re in here. You’ve used the cat before.”

“Damn,” you partner grumbled under his breath. He tapped your shoulder and followed you out into the dim light provided by the desk lamp.

“Why did you hire Blair Bones?” There was no use making small talk, so you cut to the chase.

Falcone shrugged. “It seemed like a good idea at the time. I’d been paying that little lab weasel to create a new virus and antidote. I take it you’ve met?” He nodded as you both remained silent. “He became… erratic. Kept talking about a New Gotham. A new start. Originally, I was in it for the money, and for once didn’t want to kill anybody. He told me he’d found an influenza strain that was weak enough to do what I wanted: create a panic for a cure without wiping out all of my future customers.”

“That sounds a little out of the box for you, Falcone,” Nightwing said.

Falcone got up and took a small case from his bookshelf. “Agreed. But I have learned my lesson. I’ve come to believe there are more psychos in lab coats than in Arkham.” He opened the case where you could see there wasn’t a gun. Instead, there were rows of pills. He picked one, rubbing it between his fingers.

“Wait-“

Falcone swallowed the pill. For a few seconds, none of you moved. You were confused when Falcone gave a sigh of relief.

“Havran told me he had another virus. Thunderbird. Lethal and quickly spreading. I made sure he had an antidote as a stipulation for the funding. These are a few of the test trials, good for emergencies but not for duplication. Also,” Falcone sighed, “Thunderbird was going to be most dangerous to the elderly and to children.”

“A new start,” you whispered.

“Yes. The weasel infected himself the night Bones showed up. The goal was to kill him before then, though after would have worked too. Unfortunately, Bones failed in both. Because of you two.”

Nightwing stepped closer to Falcone. “How long until he is infectious?”

“You two are probably already infected. Carriers of Thunderbird.”

You swallowed hard and grabbed Nightwing’s shoulder. Children. Lethal.

Isi.

Nightwing nodded and called the safehouse from coms. Falcone shook his head when nobody answered. You walked further away and called the manor. Alfred’s words froze your blood.

“You need to get here. Now.”

You left Nightwing to deal with Falcone, racing home.

Isi’s labored breathing stopped you in your tracks. You leaned heavily against the doorframe and did your best not to cry.

“Auntie?” she rasped.

“I’m here, sweetie. I’m here.” You forced yourself to walk on solid feet to her bedside. All the way home you had replayed the incident with the smashed fingers last night. Wiping away her tears. Blowing on her fingers, which she used to rub her eyes. You fell to your knees and took Isi’s hand.

You had infected your niece with Thunderbird.

“How’s my wiggle bug feeling?” You could be strong. You could be there for her. You could fix this.

Alfred tucked in the comforter around her on the other side of the bed. “Fever. Chest pains. She was a little confused when she woke up as to where she was, but we’ve got that sorted out now.” He gave you a small smile and left you too alone.

“Alfred won’t let Damian bring me any kittens,” Isi pouted. She gave your hand a weak squeeze and let out a shuddered breath.

You tried to smile. “You don’t want to get him or the kittens sick, do you?” Isi shook her head no and closed her eyes. You placed your hand on her forehead, terrified when it was so warm. You could fix this. Isi was going to be okay. You can do this. Your ignored tears sank to make your chest hurt. As quietly as you could, you left the room. Alfred was waiting outside.

He spoke before you could get a chance. “She’s stable. And I will call you with any change.” He patted your shoulder and sent you on your way to come up with a plan.

Batman gave his blessing to you and Nightwing to finish the case. He stayed in the cave with some of your infected blood and a list of everyone either your or Nightwing came into contact with. If all else failed, perhaps he would be able to make a few calls and come up with an antidote.

The safehouse was empty and cold. That wasn’t unusual from the outside, but inside? Inside was… terrifying.

Nightwing had sent for someone earlier to check on the guard. He was alright but was being held in quarantine. The atrium showed the struggle from where Dr, Havram attacked him after inviting him in for coffee. There was glass from a shattered vase, a tangled rug that tripped the guard, and an empty injector gun. You audibly gasped at the sight of the kitchen. Crystalline glasses and hot plates had been transformed into make-shift chemical equipment. Papers obliterated with writing covered every other available surface. Where Dr. Havran had run out of paper, more formulas and ramblings were written on the walls.

“Here,” Nightwing said, pointing out a line of text. It was written in larger letters and seemed to be burned into the wall. “With death comes rebirth.” Nightwing grit his teeth. “I am really starting to not like this guy.”

In one notebook you found addresses of other labs scattered between other ramblings. The whole notebook was written backward to only be read while standing in front of a mirror, like Da Vinci’s notes. But that’s what the high-tech goggles were for. With a quick check on a map of Gotham, you found the one that was closest to the safehouse location. It was dying apartment complex across the road from a school that taught almost all of Gotham’s underprivileged children.

Your body vibrated, your nerves hovering between checking every nook and cranny for anything about how to save Isi and rushing to the lab to take from the source. The stay was only a few minutes, though it felt longer. You were glad to be off when the apartment complex came into view. A man sleeping by the stairs said that a ‘crazy dude in a white coat’ had kicked everybody out a month ago by claiming the building was condemned. Technically it was, but the ‘imminent threat’ of collapse seemed to convince everybody this time around. The man even knew what floor he was on.

Once inside the building, it was not difficult to find the spare lab. Dr. Havran had taken over what had been a promising renovation for a community study hall. Most of the 80’s computers had been thrown into the hallway, their broken screens illuminated by the harsh lights freed from their lampshades. The desks had been pushed together to similarly resemble the kitchen at the safehouse.

In the center of it all, Dr. Havran was peering through a glove-case finalizing a vial. While the exterior was being disinfected by a small motor mist, he freed himself of the gloves and stepped back with a chuckle.

“So Falcone tipped you off that I’m unstable? You wouldn’t have been here for another few hours at the earliest if he hadn’t.” He unlatched the side of the case for the vial. Swinging it back and forth, threatening to drop it, he tutted at your attempts to rush him. “I wouldn’t if I were you. This is the only collection of a viable antidote. If I drop it, it won’t survive outside of the glass. You’ll need an injector gun, much like this one. Oops.” Dr. Havran held up the tool with a grin, then smashed it onto the floor. The delicate muzzle shattered on impact.

A shiver of anger crawled up your spine. There had to be another way to use the antidote. You had to keep him talking.

“Then what?” you asked. “You infect the school. The children take it home to their parents who take it to their coworkers who take it home to their children.” Stepping around a table, you moved slowly towards him. “You wipe out a generation, all for nothing.”

“No, not for nothing,” he cooed. “Like mushrooms from dead trees or fresh fields from volcano ash, with death comes rebirth. Gotham will be an example to other cities that it must care for its children more than they are doing now. Make new laws, cast old ones out. Gotham will be the epicenter of rebirth.”

You growled, “innocent children. Did you lose someone? A son or daughter, or a niece or nephew?”

Dr. Havran shook his head in confusion. “Why do I need to be connected with the persecuted to see the need? To help them?”

It was twisted. You had heard enough. And had distracted him enough for Nightwing to circle behind him. He grabbed the vial and sent the scientist to his knees with a flick of his baton. Nightwing placed the vial in the belt clip-on made exclusively for vials to keep them from breaking. He turned to rush back to the manor, but Dr. Havran grabbed his ankle. Nightwing cried out as he fell and found himself under the doctor’s mad attack.

Rushing forward, you kicked Dr. Havran’s claw-like hands away and descended on him yourself. He reached back under the desk and pointed the found gun at your face. You rolled away barely evading the bullets that impeded themselves in the furniture around you. When you fell out of sight, Dr. Havran turned his attention back to Nightwing, shooting at him too.

For a scientist with terrible aim, he had both of you pinned down pretty well.

“How desperate are you for the cure, Starhawk? Nightwing? Who did I infect through you? A son or daughter? A niece?”

Your rage boiled over. With a scream that revealed that he had hit his mark, you flipped over the cabinet covering you. Arms outstretched and hands ready to claw out his throat, your anger blurred your vision too much to see the handful of long-needled syringes aimed at your chest. You gasped as the needles pierced through your suit and snapped off from their shafts. They stuck out of your chest like darts in a bar.

Dr. Havran took your pause of shock to break away. He almost made it to the door when Nightwing’s grappling rope wrapped around his ankles. Nightwing was on him in a second, handcuffing his wrists tightly. He broke a glass pill filled with sleeping smoke under his nose ensuring that he would asleep long enough to transport him to Arkham.

“Havran secured, Batman. Send in the blues and we’ll be home soon.” He rounded the corner with that smile he always wore when a crisis was averted. It fell away when he saw the needles. “No, no, no, no. Hang on.” He moved to kneel by you, but you waved him off.

“Isi. Get to Isi.” One or more must have pierced deep enough to your lungs because each breath felt like you were being stabbed over and over again. “Please. Isi.” You pleaded with your eyes, not trusting your voice not to betray the pain you were in.

He nodded. With one more glance to the blood seeping over your suit, he ran out of the building. Over the coms, you heard him tell Batman he was on his way. Faintly you heard Batman promising to meet him halfway to take the antidote to Isi. Then Nightwing could come back to you.

The windows reflected with flashing blue. The icy hot in your chest seeped further into your torso.

Isi was going to be okay. She was going to get the antidote. Isi was going to live.

Dick’s voice called you out of the sleep threatening to overtake you.

“I’m coming, Y/N. I can save you. We can fix this. You’re going to be okay. You can do this.”

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Family Found Part 1: Welcome to the Team

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You’ve finally made it to the journalism team of WWE. It wasn’t the plan, but when you’re signed for now to Smackdown, your past seems like it is going to remain where it is. That is, until Kurt Angle calls you in to fill in for Charley. Then you keep finding new ways to make enemies.

Pairing: None, some Sheamus x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: None, some sassy reader

Word Count: 1290

Note: This series is going to be long if I can maintain it like I would like, forewarning. I had two half ideas, then combined them. I have applied for a creative job at WWE, and I’m hoping I can use this as practice for writing a long-term plan. This series is going to run parallel to what’s actually happening each week, but I am going to stick to what I anticipate. I’m not planning on making a tag list for this, but I can make one if you guys would like to be kept informed. So here it goes, and I hope you enjoy every twist and turn.

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May 7 – Smackdown Live, Baltimore

You waited anxiously just outside of Gorilla for the match to be over. Though you giggled when Big E was throwing pancakes at Sheamus, your nerves about your first interview as part of the team filled your mind. Cesaro won the pin and you took several deep breaths trying to calm yourself. The Bar took the commercial break to speak with Mr. McMahon. Your cameraman received some news which he passed along to you.

“I knew you c’uld do it.” Sheamus slapped Cesaro across the back in a congratulatory pat, nearly sending his partner stumbling into you as they entered the hallway.

“Excuse me, Cesaro and Sheamus?” You rolled your shoulders; your voice sounded so quiet. Get it together, Y/N! Thankfully, they still noticed you. “Congratulations on your win this evening, Cesaro.”

“Thank you, miss…” Cesaro dropped off, confused.

“Y/N. Um. Next week it has been revealed that The Bar will face New Day for a spot in the Money in the Bank match, but only one teammate of the winning team gets to go. What are your first thoughts about this development?”

They shared a look, then broke into laughter. Sheamus spoke up first. “The only thoughts we have are about which one of us is going to be in the ladder match.” He chuckled and nudged Cesaro. “Today was not Xavier Wood’s day. And it won’t be next week either, or for his other pancake flipping friends.”

“Y/N,” Cesaro said, “whether it’s me or Sheamus climbing that ladder at Money in the Bank, you can be assured that we will level the playing field next week. Because we don’t just set the Bar…”

“We are the bar!” they said in unison.

You took a step back so they could walk past. Sheamus turned at the last second. “Welcome to WWE, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you squeaked. You leaned back against the wall as your cameraman sat his gear on a crate. It was only your first day on the main roster, but if you didn’t work the nerves out of your system soon, then it might be one of your last.

May 14 – Monday Night Raw, London

Kurt Angle was typing away on his phone when you entered his hall space. “Ah, Miss Y/L/N, thanks for coming in on such short notice.”

“No problem.” You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. So much for trying to avoid being on Raw. “How can I help?”

“Charley is out sick, and since you came all this way for Smackdown tomorrow, Paige suggested that you could fill in. You up for it?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir. Where do I need to go?”

Angle motioned to one side where a man waved at you. “Our stage manager will make sure you’re mic-ed and will get you where you need to be. And thank you for stepping up.” You didn’t have time to respond as the stage manager guided you down the hall. At least tonight you weren’t likely to run into the impending problem you were doing your best to avoid.

A few minutes later you were waiting to speak to Elias before his match. Finally, you heard his strumming and saw him turn the corner.

“Elias?” You paused as Elias stopped strumming. “With your loss to Bobby Roode last week, what is your plan to claim a place at the Money in the Bank?” You held out your mic.

Elias looked at the mic. Then at you. Then he looked further down the hall and continued to strum, walking away. You sighed and grit your teeth. It was beginning to feel like one of those nights.

It continued to be one of those nights with your interview with Alexa later on. She and Mickie James walked up laughing at something Alexa said. You started your question a few times, but Alexa kept ignoring you to say things to Mickie about Nia Jax.

“And then she has the audacity to make that little speech about standing up for yourself like she didn’t just beat me down after already having stolen my title.”

“Excuse me, Ms. Bliss,” you said as loudly as you dared, “may I ask you a few questions about your next steps after all the losses piling up behind you.” That wasn’t the original question, but you were getting testy.

“My losses?” Alexa sucked her teeth. “They are where they are supposed to be: behind me. I am not going to let that bully Nia keep me down. I don’t care if I have to fight all the women in the division for the Money in the Bank briefcase, I will get my title back, and then nobody is going to touch it again.” She looked back at Mickie, who sagely nodded in agreement. Alexa sniffled and cupped her hands over her chest. “You’re new here, so you can’t possibly understand the cruelty I have survived at the hands of Nia Jax. Well, I say no more. Sooner rather than later, Nia is going to pay for everything she has done to me.”

Although you were keeping your face stoic in an attempt to remain neutral, a disbelieving snort escaped.

Alexa gasped. “What? Go on. I can handle it. Is it a short joke to add to my trauma?”

This chick.

“I’m sure I could come up with some if you’d like, but I don’t want to add to your ‘woe is me’ complex. Actually, if you can’t convince Kurt Angle to let you into the Money in the Bank match, what would you like to say to Nia as she continues to hold the Raw Women’s Championship?”

Both Alexa and Mickie’s jaws dropped. Alexa stamped her foot. She tried to say something, but it came out as sputtering. She took a deep breath and turned back to Mickie.

“See, everyone is against me.” Glancing at you, she squinted her eyes. “When I beat Nia and win back my championship, everybody will show some respect for the only goddess of WWE.” They marched off, leaving you with a mixture of fearful and relieved emotions.

May 15 – Smackdown Live, London

You cut your shout of delight short as Sheamus pinned Big E. He quickly met Cesaro outside the ring and they left up the ramp cheering and patting each other on the back. You’d only been here two weeks and you were already starting to pick favorites.

“Y/N, good to see you,” Cesaro said, nearly bumping into you for the second week in a row.

“Good to see you guys too. So, time for the inevitable question. Which-“

“Which one of us is going to be in the ladder match?” Sheamus finished your question and looked at Cesaro. “If I have anything to say about it, it’s going to be this man right here.” He slapped Cesaro across the chest, who reeled back, flattered.

“Ho, no, no.” Cesaro bumped shoulders with Sheamus. “We know who can do it because he’s done it before. Sheamus will win the contract.”

All you could do was stand and smile while they went back and forth with several “no, you!” Sheamus saw your bemused expression and stopped the cycle.

“Okay, so we haven’t really talked ‘bout it. We wanted to focus on one match at ta time, and now that we have one, we will consider all options. We’ll let you know by the end of the night.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “You mean you’ll let Paige know by the end of the night.”

“Right. Paige.”

“Either way, congratulations, and I can’t wait to hear what you guys decide. Thank you for your time.” You left with a smile.

Smackdown was already beginning to feel like home.

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